Never Being Accursed By Words
Soul, still drifting in the subtle calmness,
undaunted and adamant;
never being effected by malicious intent,
never being accursed by words...
Use extreme caution when transversing boundaries
of strange lands inhabited by mediums,
who are the seers that wish to replace God;
accept no invitation by affirming their cult...
Wise heart,, live according to your beliefs,
faithful and changeless: never revere a false god,
the gold-adorned one who glitters
with the utter pretense of being the golden sun...
Preachers abound like the eagles of the Appalachians Mountains;
they relentlessly rove to snatch whoever is feeble,
to convert them to their preposterous creed;
I have seen many fall from grace and ask for forgiveness...
How wonderful and liberating is to live
never being accursed by words, or attached to fatal feelings of hurt;
how delightful and inspirational is to achieve
every possible joy that only faith can guarantee with a simple oath...
Footsteps, be attentive and shrewd,
look out for the one slandering with the tongue of the lewd;
eyes, judge people by their external appearance to minimize danger,
the distrustful look reflects the turmoil of their soul lucidly molded by Lucifer...
Compassion can mitigate the misery of a miscreant,
and possibly transform his or her appearance with repentance,
never being accursed by words hailed from angry mouths;
if execution is justice, death won't change anybody's heart...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
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